It’s going to be a gorgeous day out there. Beltane is usually observed on May 1st, though technically it’s at 15 degrees of Taurus, which should happen in a few days. I didn’t get up early enough to wash my face with dew, but did add an extra glorp of half and half to my coffee with sincere thanks for the day.
I’m also working from home today, because frankly, my feminine energies don’t feel like getting out of my jammies today.
I’ve been pretty down - my brother got on another one of his “you need counseling because of your stash” things, as well as “you’re too fat and you embarrass us when we’re seen with you” conversational tangents, which of course all translates to “we’d love you more if you were what we feel you should be, rather than what you are” moments in my life. An endless stream of these things goes back probably to before my birth, but it doesn’t make it any less sucky in the here and now.
Thus no WIP Wednesday this week, as I’ve been too sad to knit and have been binging visually on Star Trek: Voyager episodes instead. Lalalala I can’t hear you - Seven’s Borg implants and the natural topigraphical fluctionations to her anatomy is causing a spacial disruption in auditory frequencies normally associated with asshattery and “it’s for your own good”edness. Or something. There are many, many days when I wish I could get lost in the DQ, away from my damn family in the Alpha Quadrant.
Anyway, along these lines I came across a fully awesome website today that had somehow escaped my notice before. kateharding.net is sincerely full of fucking awesome, and is definitely going into my bloglines. I am having issues texturally rendering just how fabulous I find this site this morning, so just go and take a look.
But I can definitely tell you I feel better about just being me this morning. Perhaps enough to continue to knit…I started something last night in the Viridescent Aran Silky Merino from Sundara, just to feel something good and growing in glorious green (yay alliteration) in my hands.
So perhaps I should change the title to “Fuck Yeah I’m Fat!” Friday and just on with gettin’ on. Or perhaps I’ll go have a s’more for breakfast in celebration of one of my holidays and the lush, beautiful, amazingness that is the first day of summer to me.
